2009 A.D.

Durga Yantra

in the fire pit

breathing-

Ashes, embers,

spiraling upward

like my snakes

twitch-

Lock; I bhanda,

spiral too.

Skydiving

stone statue

free fall

butterflies

and all

(nothingness)

blooms into

a golden chamber

sung into existence

by te pods

gently swaying

whatever I am

right now

dwindles

and I return

pen in hand

Ecstatic.

Roles

Pick a role
fall out of the vagina
and into your suit.
Half-off.
This week only.
Entire lifetimes only
Nine Ninety Nine.

vbjhvv

Already dead,
tomorrow may come, but doesn't
exist. Not for me.

Not after the third time.

It's the same day,
my dying day
Today.

A slow, infectious decay
oozes it's tentacle embrace
inside,
pushing me out.

Occasionally shot out of some biological cannon into a dimension inhabited.

Upon reentry
smiling
for no one.

dfdfd

I want to play your fingerprints like records with my needle hairs.

I want to harvest this
in patterns,
spit it all over the walls.
Drip it rippling through synchronized
black holes standing in halls.

I want black and white-
Been up all night pushing buttons,
tappin' my toes.

this one

1.

sure thing

I have a star
inside me,
burning
just above my belly button
in another dimension

It knows before I do when we'll see each other again.

Pulsing. Quiet feet in the air.
I wonder about your walls-
why you've got no ceiling.

Titles

Endocrine geometric pillars uplifting the navigation
unarmed, though somehow hand-in-hand.
Forever tearing strips off.
Looking away from her,
a mirror
melting quicksilver
tidepool
spilling.

Another one added to the stalking watch-tower.
All organic. Looking for the nine.
Subtracting two at a time,
preferably twins.

Opiate latches on auto-pilot,
wings mesh
with memories erased,
replaced.
Slate wiped clean by Angels.
See: Neurotransmitter
retrace.


Watching yogi's screens of paused smoke...
got up to pee
eyes bloodshot
lay back down in the sea..
Itching plankton
shed like rattlers skin.